Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 61: Chaotic Battle
Three people at the Hedao realm gathered in Fuyao Sect, fighting for their lives. This scene is rarely seen in a century.

Piaomiaozi continued to attack him, "I know what you're waiting for, Senior Brother. Our Master has been in seclusion at Lingxiao Terrace for five hundred years and has never appeared. Although her aura is still there, I'm afraid she's already fallen into the Mysterious Gate of Life and Death and can't escape."

Daocheng shouted, "Master has treated you well, and this is how you repay her?"

With that, he swept his lyre with a mighty hand, sending countless waves of sound hurtling towards the two men. Master Mando didn't dodge, but simply withered his body, resisting the attack, surprisingly remaining unscathed.

Piao Miaozi used his whisk to blast out a powerful burst of spiritual energy to resist, taking the opportunity to taunt, "The Fuyao Sect has had two of you as its leaders in quick succession, and it's been a long time since the last great war between good and evil. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Dao Cheng remained unmoved. "I'm actually more curious about my junior brother. What exactly is Futian Pavilion? Why do you trust it so much?"

"It's because there are more than one Ascension Realm cultivators in the Futian Pavilion that you fear. And there are even more Hedao Realm cultivators in the Futian Pavilion that you are so proud of!"

"Heh, since Futian Pavilion is so powerful, why not unify the two paths of good and evil and dominate the entire cultivation world?"

Master Wandu sneered, "How can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan?"

After saying this, he advanced with his indestructible dried-up corpse, his whole body covered with a layer of dark green precious light, which was a deadly poison of the Hedao realm. Once contaminated, it would be like a maggot on the tarsal bone and difficult to get rid of.

Piaomiaozi swung the whisk in his hand, which turned into thousands of silk threads and attacked Daocheng.

Seeing Daocheng was outnumbered, the elders wanted to help, but there was a huge gap between the Return to Void Realm and the Hedao Realm, so they could only struggle to maintain the defensive barrier and protect their disciples from the poisonous gas.

Taoist Xuancheng and Su Qing still had some strength left, so they rushed around using elixirs to reinforce the formation in order to resist the poisonous gas that Master Wandu "inadvertently" emitted.

The Sword Pavilion's Grand Elder was at the peak of the Return to Void Realm, just one step away from achieving the Dao of Integration, and had once been on par with Piaomiaozi. He had a fiery temper and couldn't bear to see his leader being bullied, so he took the initiative and rushed forward, drawing a sword covered in flames.

His full-strength attack was like a flaming meteor, with extraordinary momentum. A dazzling light shot from the ground to the sky, carrying with it an incomparably hot aura of fire that seemed to scorch the very air.

Piaomiaozi's silk threads were whipped around by the heat wave, sweeping the dust and gravel from the ground. The powerful air currents also swept up, forming a faint, small whirlwind. Wherever the sword passed, everything was scorched and destroyed, until... it was engulfed in layers of silk threads, its power gradually weakening.

Piaomiaozi, who had already reached the Hedao realm, subdued the Grand Elder of Jiange with one move. With a flick of his sleeve, he threw the elder back to the ground with his sword.

Poor Sword Pavilion's Great Elder came with such force, but his "departure" was even more violent. He turned into a meteor again and smashed heavily into the ground for dozens of feet, creating a big hole directly.

Daocheng was simultaneously under siege by two Hedao Realm cultivators and was clearly at a disadvantage. Master Wandu was like a slithering loach, constantly trying to sneak up on Daocheng and poison him, while Piaomiaozi's magical whisk served as a distraction.

A few strands of silk even tangled up the lyre, preventing Daocheng from unleashing its full potential. A hundred years ago, Piaomiaozi had often sparred with his senior brother, and was naturally familiar with his abilities.

Being in danger and seeing the Great Elder of Jiange being seriously injured, Daocheng's eyebrows raised and anger surged.

The next moment, he hooked the "horn string" of the lyre with two fingers, lifted it high and then let go.

As the strings struck a "horn tune," an invisible wave of sound suddenly rippled out, and the whisk in Piaomiaozi's hand was cut in two, leaving only half of its snow-white silk thread. Master Wandu, attempting to seize the opportunity for a sneak attack, was also severely wounded in the chest and abdomen, sending him flying dozens of feet away.

The Wenwu Qixianzither is Daocheng's natal magic weapon. Everyone knows his three unique skills: elixir, sword, and calligraphy, but few know how he mastered them all.

He doesn't use a sword, but the sound of his piano is the sword.

Master Wandu suffered some hardships, but he was not angry. Instead, he became more eager to fight. He joined forces with Piaomiaozi to attack Daocheng again. This time, both of them used their full strength.

A dark green poisonous gas surged like a huge wave, and a white dragon made up of thousands of white silk threads rushed towards Daocheng at the same time!
Daocheng sat cross-legged in the air, with the zither on his knees, plucking the strings with both hands, and seven tunes were noisy and continuous!
The originally azure sky had now turned into a mess, with white clouds scattered everywhere, and even knife-carved and axe-cut marks appeared on the sky.

What's even more terrifying is that the sound of the piano not only turns into sword energy to hurt people, but it can also confuse people's minds, so much so that the entire Fuyao Sect begins to shake.

The dark green poisonous gas condensed into a poisonous dragon in a blink of an eye, and attacked Daocheng together with the white dragon beside it, but each time it was forced back by a sound wave before it got close!

While the three were fighting, they didn't know that their disciples had their own thoughts and were making unusual moves.

Meng Fan's situation was the most painful at the moment. His master had become a traitor to the Fuyao Sect, and he had just lost to a Qi Refining Realm disciple.

The disciples who had originally surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon had all left, leaving only the cold-faced woman. She still stood beside Meng Fan, with a firm will, as if she had decided not to leave no matter what.

Meng Fan looked up at the battle in the air alone, with strange lights flashing in his eyes. It was unknown what he was thinking.

He didn't rush to side with his master because Piaomiaozi had warned him otherwise. If the assassination attempt on Daocheng succeeded, Meng Fan would undoubtedly benefit greatly. But if it failed, he could still maintain his status by simply observing from the sidelines.

After all, it was only the chief elder of the library who betrayed, not the chief disciple.

The two of them had a good plan that allowed them to advance or retreat, but someone would not let them get what they wanted.

Song Xinci was under the protection of Elder Qingwei at this time, but her cold eyes swept from the sky to the ground, and finally fell on Meng Fan who was not far away.

She secretly calculated that now two Hedao Realm cultivators were besieging Daocheng. With Daocheng's cultivation level, plus the bonus from the Fuyao Sect's treasure land, a short-term draw wouldn't be a problem. However, once most of his spiritual energy was depleted, one person would ultimately be unable to deal with two.

The difference between the Return to Void Realm and the Hedao Realm was indeed as great as heaven and earth, but once one entered the Hedao Realm, they were all powerful beings who had reached the level of a half-step ascension. Even though Piaomiaozi was only in the early stages of the Hedao Realm, he had many methods to harm those in the middle stages of the Hedao Realm.

Moreover, no one knows what the Futian Pavilion is, and whether it has any hidden tricks up its sleeve.

However, Daocheng was no ordinary person. He must have a plan for taking on two enemies at once. The Fuyao Sect couldn't possibly be completely without a trump card. Take, for example, the former leader who was in seclusion at Lingxiao Terrace. No one knew how terrifying the scene would be if she attacked.

In such a chaotic battle, Song Xinci, who had just entered the Hedao realm, was actually not sure that she could escape unscathed, but since she had come to the Fuyao Sect, there was something she had to do.

Anyone who sets up a trap to harm me in the nameless town must die!
(End of this chapter)